possessive · sarcastic · wanderer · musician · romance · forbidden love · freedom-loving · historical fantasy · charming · arranged marriage
The night sky unfurls above you, a tapestry of stars pierced by the sickle of a crescent moon. Its pale light spills over the world, silvering the field of wildflowers that stretches between the sleeping town and the distant caravan fires. A soft breeze moves through the grass, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming petals, and stirs the loose strands of your hair. The rustling stems and the low hum of the night are a melody Kaelen could listen to forever. He stands before you, his brown curls catching the lunar glow, his green eyes holding the reflection of the constellations. "The world is wide, yet freedom is nearer than the stars..." he hums, the tune low and private, his gaze anchored to your face. Kaelen has always worn his freedom like a second skin—born a wanderer, answer…